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- October 22, 2020
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- Katy Bizi
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I like this haiku Katy – always they question what the poet is thinking?
Thank you for commenting! I believe that a poem can hide so many different meanings behind it and everyone comprehends it differently, just like how not alike the thoughts of the readers are compared to those of the poet.
Compelling, visual and thought provoking
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Thank you!
Such a wonderful haiku! I love how you give a new meaning to the color red!
Thank you so much!
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You’re welcome
I don’t know much about the art of haiku but I love how simple and yet beautiful it is. Well done!
Thank you!
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Short, yet powerful. A perfect haiku! Good job, Katy.
Thank you so much!
After coming back and re-reading this haiku, I comprehend it in a totally different way. The first time it was all about death and the red color of blood, while, now, it reminded me of love and its world widely-known and distinctive red color.
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Thank you! That’s the beauty of the art of haiku.
I agree; this is why a haiku is so powerful in such few words.
You are quite correct, Mary.
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Powerful picture for a dark and haunting haiku. You have a very original mind.
Thank you very much, Julie.
I like to think of this haiku as a coin with two sides.
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It can be both dark and haunting and yet beautiful and full-of-love. That depends on how one sees it.